"Father-in-law..." Lin Qian was rarely awake and his face was red. "Yin'er woke up and saw it. I'm afraid she will blame me..."

"Then let her blame it." The prince half-joked, "No need to wrap it up."

Lin Qian was so sad that he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"Oh, you brat, you have such a stupid brain..." The monk quickly leaned over to bandage it.

"What does the father-in-law think of her in his heart?" He knew that Yin'er must be very concerned about his father's opinion.

"'A young phoenix is ​​as clear as an old phoenix.'" The prince said softly, and Lin Qian's heart became hot, but he heard the prince ask back, "This is the evaluation I gave her as an enemy. But I don't know that she is a relative, a comrade, and a bond.

What kind of person?"

"My smile is as bright as a flower, and my heart is as hot as fire." Lin Qian said sincerely, "Thank you to my father-in-law and mother-in-law for bringing me such a good person."

"No need to thank you." The prince sighed sadly, "It's all fate."

Lin Qian had only walked a few steps to give way to the monk. At this moment, he saw black smoke suddenly billowing from the end of Peach Blossom Creek. He was startled and his expression changed immediately: "Yin'er..."

"Where? It seems to be burning?" Wanyan Yonglian noticed the clue.

"Han Coffin... Yinger, she..." Lin Qian suddenly felt severe pain in her chest... Accidents were frequent, and she failed to protect her this time!

"We can't save the fire from afar, so we can only place our hope in our respective subordinates... I believe that the generals will be able to control the fire." Wanyan Yonglian was a little calmer than him, but he also understood that this was not only because he failed to protect him well, but also because he was calculating.

It's their fault.

"Believe...? Xiqing's sacrifice stemmed from He Shi's fierce pursuit of the Five Mountains. The prince lost because he was too confident, but Lin Qian lost because he believed in the prince too much." Lin Qian sighed bitterly and told Wanyan Yonglian that he still had to do this.

The external war situation was unknown. Wanyan Yonglian heard that Sha Xiqing had died in the battle and that King Zheng had no heirs. He was in the same mood as Pu Sankui and did not respond to Lin Qian in time.

"The prince can't walk, and the poor monk can't help either... Apprentice, you beat him, so you carry him." After the monk saw Yan Yonglian, he indicated that he could walk, but he still insisted on asking Lin Qian to carry the prince on his back to find the way.

"In this battle, I have the upper hand at the right time and the location is favorable. You have more maze formations than I do, so I have the conditions to make amends and gain wisdom out of urgency. Humanity, I originally used servants to counteract the local snakes, but He Shilie persisted.

Something went wrong again." The prince listened to the entire battle on Lin Qian's back and admitted that he had insufficient control over He Shi Lie.

"So, father-in-law, three out of three, have to admit defeat?" Lin Qian restrained his impatience, carefully identified the way out, and asked with a smile.

"Who said three lose two?" Wanyan Yonglian also smiled, "You should consider the variables carefully."

Lin Qian was carrying him on his back when he suddenly fell to the ground.

"Prince! Apprentice!" When he saw the two of them falling down, the monk rushed to help him. Even though the prince was lying on Lin Qian's body, he only felt that the prince was in danger.

Before he could even get up, the prince had already given Lin Qian luck on the spot: "I shouldn't have asked him to carry me on his back. His internal injuries haven't healed yet. I'm afraid he fought too hard in Nanshan."

"..." The monk didn't say anything, but smiled in his heart. My lord, you know you feel sorry for your son-in-law.

It had only been quiet for half a moment when something was heard in the forest. The prince and the monk looked at each other, not knowing whether the visitor was a friend or an enemy. He had not yet thought of kidnapping Lin Qian, and there was a wind behind the lightning... "It's not our army." Wanyan Yonglian knew clearly.

Ninety percent of them would not be theirs. How could Xu Yuan and Yan Luoqiu allow the Jin army to enter the territory of the Five Mountains?

Those who come are not good, and those who are good will not come. The long sword in the man's hand cut through gold and jade. Although he could not touch Wanyan Yonglian's defense line, he was injured first and made the Ming Mie sword fly like mud. He rushed and did not give the prince a chance to show his unique swordsmanship.

, the artistic conception was so vicious that it was almost incompatible with each other, and he immediately declared that he was 100% not one of Jin Jun's own.

"It's not the Song Army..." First, the Song Army was negotiating and it was impossible to kill the hostages. Second, the monk did not deliberately take advantage of Lin Qian, but found that the two opponents he had taken over did not take Lin Qian into consideration at all.

He even wanted to pass through Lin Qian to kill him more than once. He had to protect this burden while fighting. In the end, he had to move Lin Qian farther away, otherwise the master and the disciple would die together...

Objectively speaking, the monk's two opponents are slightly inferior to the one that the prince took over, but they are also rare first-class masters in the world. One uses the sword, which contains the four characteristics of cold, hot, warm, and cool. The four styles are arbitrary.

The transformation is not only reflected in the artistic conception, but also can invade the skin meridians with the sword wind; with one palm, five palm shadows will be struck at the same time in the blink of an eye, targeting the five parts of the body of the same person. If he does not concentrate on receiving the move, the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys

All endure hardship.

Although neither of them participated in the battle of South Cave Temple, the prince and the monk still recognized who they were by forcing them to use their special skills: "Four Qi, Five Flavors, and Eighteen Rebellions!" They were both Yuan Sheng's disciples, but

How could he appear here?! It was unbelievable at first, but suddenly it was completely transparent. During the celebration, the prince once asked, "Is there any news about Yuan Sheng?" Yue Li said with a smile: "Wherever Lin Qian is, he will be there.

"Being led away by the Drinking Hate Knife."

Sure enough, one word became a prophecy, and it was everywhere like a shadow! The battle between the Jin and Song Dynasties was in full swing, and Yuan Sheng's master and apprentice were still undisturbed... However, despite the fierce battle, didn't the soldiers of the two countries keep thinking of Yuan Sheng? Now

Well, if you say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here.

Among the top swordsmen in Jade Emperor Mountain, although Feng Xiaoyin fouled and cut off Hu, Yuan Sheng was recognized as the first, followed by Xiao Shi, Wang Ye, and Shuangxing tied for second, followed by Monk, Yue Li, Lin Qian,

The third, fourth and fifth who can't escape are also in the same grade as Dugu Qingjue, Cheng Lingxiao and others who shined in Kuixingmao.

Now the second and third parties are teaming up. Although they were tormented by Lin Qian for a while, it is more than enough to defeat the four spirits, five flavors and eighteen. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the annoying number one in the world will suddenly come down...

…

Knowing the four emotions, five flavors, and eighteen emotions is not a fuel-efficient lamp. You must not neglect it. Negligence will also cause danger to your life. However, no matter what warrior's first reaction when encountering Yuan Sheng, he will naturally not weigh it and spare no effort to hold him back.

The right thing to do is to strike! There is no other priority! The opponent changes at the critical moment. Fortunately, the white light in the periphery skyrockets. It turns out that Lin Qian woke up at the right time. He took out his sheath and held back the three powerful enemies who wanted to take advantage of the situation.

"It's you who caused Layer Huanchen's illness?!" Lin Qian's face turned fierce. Firstly, he hated the Yuanshengmen for being stubborn and causing trouble to the people. Secondly... he finally understood why Zhao Xifeng was endangered.

It is true that the reason why Xi Qing sacrificed his life was that Zhenren Zitan was restrained, but there was a gap between Heshi Liezhizhong and Pu Sankui for a period of time. In this gap, Zitan also had a strange reason why the reinforcements of the Black Tiger Army were so strong.

...It turns out that not only the Black Tiger Army, but also a group of foreign enemies like this, a third party force that no one could even imagine would exist...

"No one harmed him, birth, old age, sickness and death were all God's will." Four Qi, Five Flavors and Eighteen Counterattacks denied that they had plotted against him. Layman Huanchen fell ill on his own, so he could no longer lock Yuan Sheng. This group of Yuan Sheng disciples joined hands with each other.

For Yuan Sheng, advancing or retreating can be regarded as a life and death sharing of chivalry and courage.

The prince was originally worried that Lin Qian would be in trouble with one against three, but out of the corner of his eye, he realized that those three people had been killed by him and the monk, and Lin Qian was in a slightly possessed state, so it was not as troublesome as the battle group on the prince's side. Not bad.

, the prince and the monk suddenly became two against one, and the level of danger jumped three levels. Although the opponent Yuan Sheng appeared in a semi-demon state, the prince and the monk were not as good as usual. Therefore, the judge wrote

Both the Ming Mie Sword and the Ming Mie Sword dimmed in an instant, and the scene unfolded in front of them, leaving only purgatory steaming, crazy dragons turning into monsters, and chaotic dust dancing.

The matter has come to this, and the only way to do it is to be smart. When the prince heard that Huan Chen was ill, he was concerned about the lay people and was anxious to gain wisdom. He faced Yuan Sheng directly and asked: "What kind of disease can it be cured?"

"Symptoms accumulate, body fluids remain for a long time, and there is a lump in the abdomen, which is hard when pressed." The possessed Yuan Sheng was even stupider than Lin Qian, and he really answered the prince fluently, "I can only try Liumo Decoction to regulate the qi of the layman first."

"Amitabha. Destiny is created by oneself, appearance is born from the heart. Everything in the world is an incarnation. If the heart does not move, everything will not move. If the heart does not change, everything will not change." The monk had a clear understanding of his heart and worked with the prince to create a secret conspiracy.

The judge wrote "Quick snow and clear weather", and secretly told Yuan Sheng the Dharma to resolve hostility, and together with the martial arts, he guided Yuan Sheng back to his original intention.

When Yuan Sheng's force declined and he seemed to be only higher than the prince, the prince and the monk seized the opportunity to fight. They just adjusted their state and accumulated strength. With one sword and two pens, they worked together to counterattack Yuan Sheng.

No, it's not a sword, but ink. One ink contains all things, and returns to simplicity. The noble master's simple and transcendent swordsmanship is really the best match for the monk's judge pen. Ink produces color, and the pen captures Qi. It is as big as the universe and as small as the pen.

Dust is all inclusive.

The monk without the prince, the judge's pen typed out all calligraphy calligraphy, but the prince without the monk, it was just the wind, sea and rain that day and the thick ink was flying. But after they got together, the prince used the breeze to splash ink, and the monk used the floating world as his brush, as if he was rubbing

Magical sparks are ground out, and what we create together is a colorful picture. The water is dyed blue, the green water is waveless, the maple forest is vast, the bows and knives are covered with snow, spring, summer, autumn and winter, thousands of generations, come to life one after another.

Lin Qian inadvertently paid attention to this scene and suddenly realized that he had previously fought against the monk master at Xiyan Temple. He had thought about it but immediately forgot why. But now in the middle of the fierce battle, he remembered that his master and his father-in-law were

They have the same hobby, they both love the judge’s pen! They both have excellent calligraphy! I’m afraid they both like to display their skills on stones, so there may be master’s brush left in Huining Underground Palace! He should have figured it out at that time, the master knew the prince... Now

He realized more clearly, how could they not create martial arts together if they were so compatible!?

This tacit understanding, this cooperation, was comparable to the combination of his and Yin'er's swords, and he was able to restrain Yuan Sheng for a moment. However, it was only for a moment... It was Lin Qian's fault. Just now, he accidentally injured Wanyan Yonglian, causing the prince to count.

It’s okay to forget that it didn’t work for the first time. The injury on the shoulder was the prince’s weak point and weakness. After Yuan Sheng fought for a moment, he suddenly caught the flaw and broke through it with all his strength. The prince’s legs were inconvenient and he couldn’t make it in time.

He was able to get out of the way, and his vital points were completely exposed in an instant, but the monk held a pen and blocked him in front of him...

With a loud sound, Yuan Sheng's sleeves of evil energy suddenly accelerated, facing the Monk Judge's pen with the force of destruction, it could not help but penetrate his body and hit the prince. In this way, even a monk and the prince could feel his internal organs being shocked, let alone the sacrifice of his body.

Protect the monk who was completely blocked under the sound of Yuan?! "Monk!" Wanyan Yonglian was shocked, and forgot to hold the monk up. The monk was still standing as if nothing was wrong, but the judge's pen fell to the ground, and his face was pale with a trace of blood across the corner of his mouth.

.

Before a breath, the monk was still intact. After a breath, countless fine lines appeared on the monk's body. The wounds were shallow at first, but suddenly deepened, and then it was discovered that wounds all over his body looked like they had been cut by sharp saw blades. For the possessed Yu Sheng

Speaking of it, beating a powerful enemy from a complete person to pieces that cannot be pieced together is so sudden, so violent, and so simple...

Lin Qian suffered this injury once in Longyou, and it took several lifetimes of accumulation of virtue to survive. However, after years of progress and training in seclusion, how could Yuansheng still have the same strength as before! It is such a familiar strength that shocked Yin'er on the Yuhuang Mountain.

He died on the spot! Now you are beating my monk and master again! Yuansheng, why do you want to take the lives of all my relatives and loved ones!

He saw that the monk was silent and the prince was motionless. He only thought that the monk would definitely die. He was grief-stricken and unbearable in anger. Then he was possessed by the sound of Yuan, slashed with two swords, and the clouds and mist split. In the blink of an eye, the four qi returned.

, the five-flavored palm was broken, and the eighteen-anti long sword was scattered. The leap in that moment not only taught the enemies clearly that he, Lin Qian, was the person with the greatest disparity between the upper and lower limits of martial arts in the world, but also made them frightened.

Shocking and unbelievable: The person in front of me who is destroying the world, disheveled, and covered in blood...isn't it...their master Yuan Sheng...

And he cut through thorns and thorns, cut through the wind and clouds, and gave up everything without looking back, just to kill the war ghost named Yuan Sheng! His eyes were red, his face was fierce, and all the sword skills he used were chasing souls and taking lives, without even taking a breath.

Ken couldn't even think about taking a breath! He didn't know how many rounds he had fought with Yuan Sheng before he heard Zhulang, Evil Queen and others risking their lives to approach and call "Lord"... Their frightened expressions and everything about Zaolin

It doesn't correspond, because this is a rare time when Yuan Sheng and Lin Qian didn't see any blood around them, they were clean and not stained with dust...

Who is Tao, who can evenly compete with Yuan and fight to the death? He can only be a demon! No, he is also a god and a demon.

"Keep fighting, keep fighting! Learn swordsmanship from me! Hahahaha! Another apprentice!" Yuan Sheng became more and more excited as he fought. He smiled and jumped to catch the sword with his bare hands, "Call it Qiqing? How about it!" Hai Zhulang ordered.

The captives, Si Qi, Wuwei and others were all shocked. This was one of their junior brothers who had died of illness many years ago and was the most favored by their master.

"Shut up and die, you old man! Pay for my wife and master's life!!" Lin Qian's mental state was not much better than his, so the Yinhen Knife changed hands repeatedly between them in the process.

"Apprentice, poor monk... he's not dead yet..." Although the monk felt that his end was coming, he still tried his best to bring Lin Qian back to the right path.

Wanyan Yonglian remained silent because he was afraid that if he spoke, the monk would lose his breath and the monk would not be able to hold on. Seeing this, the evil queen immediately took out the styptic grass to help.

"Your Majesty, if this poor monk ascends to the Bliss...you will burn the poor monk into several parts, and each of those women will get a share..." The monk's face was pale and he continued intermittently.
To be continued...